Barty and Dunny met in a pub and discussed the illness of a friend named Hogan. 'Poor Micheal Hogan! Faith, I'm afraid he's goin' to die. ' 'Shure, an' why would he be dyin'?' asked the other. 'Ah, he's gotten so thin. You're thin enough, and I'm thin -- but by my soul, Micheal Hogan is thinner than both of us put together. '
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