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The realization had hit him like a panic attack, but without the sweet release of passing out. Livia and Junior had conspired to have him clipped. His own blood had turned the Vesuvius dinner into a potential wake.

Tony left the room and walked straight into the path of the FBI. The feds were moving in, a swarm of windbreakers and warrants. They weren't there for Livia; they were there for the wreckage Tony had left behind in his wake. I_soprano_5x13

Livia’s eyes fluttered, a tiny, wicked glint appearing behind the fogged plastic. She didn't deny it. She just looked at him with that look—the one that said the world was a giant bowl of nothing and he was the biggest nothing of all. The realization had hit him like a panic