With July properly underway (past the inaugural days but not yet having reached the ides), one Wordle Friend is stopped in his tracks when the ghost of a long-dead tyrant rears his ugly countenance to enact his wretched curse.
The Wordle Friends attempt to solve the puzzle free from the onus of self-judgment, not unlike the primordial Wordle Friends, Adam and Eve.
The Wordle Friends fulfill their lifelong dream of sitting down with the head honcho herself to discuss good solves, bad solves, hard solves, themed...
Like an amateur thespian being arrested in a high school play, the Wordle Friends gently struggle with the puzzle.