All of it.” Maggie sighed happily. “I know I did. But I have no regrets, Captain. None. Also, Milk Duds? I thought those were more urban legend than actual candy.” “Watch your mouth, Walker. Duds are classic.” Maggie heard herself give a girlish giggle that sounded nothing like her usual laugh—it was younger…freer. “Duds. Very cool of you, old man.” “Admittedly I am feeling old right about now,” Anthony muttered, taking a surreptitious glance at the people around them. Maggie spread her arms out to the side. “Welcome to Williamsburg.” It was trendy, hipster Brooklyn at its best, and the two of them didn’t exactly fit in, but it had the best movie selection of anything even remotely near her apartment. “Where the average age is like, what, twenty-two?” he asked grumpily. She shrugged.
