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    This is a REPLAY of Open Lines Episode 5 -- Fridays at Midnight EST Brian goes solo for Unbelievable Podcast Open Lines and starting this Friday it will be every week. To introduce regular Unbelievers to Open Lines a replay of Open Lines Episode 5 will be in the regular feed. Regular, new episodes to come next week.

    Open Lines is back and today we're discussing living in a simulation, a large-scale bat attack, The Museum of The Flat Earth, and Bill Clinton's new sex scandal.

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