Connections hints, clues and answers on Tuesday, July 1 2025
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Have you been playing Connections, the super fun word game from the New York Times that has people sharing those multi-colored squares on social media like they did with Wordle? It's pretty fun and sometimes very challenging, so we're here to help you out with some clues and the answer for the four categories that you need to know:
1. Take illegally.
2. Dress nice.
3. Get ready for a night out, say.
4. Think rock.
The answers are below this photo:
1. Steal
2. Dapper
3. Do some grooming
4. ____stone
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