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Ramsi is near his death...
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| Honey, please bring my son to me...I need to give him some parting words... | |
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| Son...I'm going to need you to take over the buisness...I'll be parting you soon... | |
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| Why the hell can't we see his face? | |
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| If we cover up his face all the time, it'll be more dramatic when you finally do see him. | |
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