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The walk through Down­town Los Ange­les from Syrup Desserts to Unit #312 felt a bit like a death march. It’s not that I’ve ever taken one, mind you. Still, I imag­ine the feel­ing of uncer­tainty — the feel­ing of an impend­ing end — could draw some par­al­lels. Begin­ning tomor­row, for all intents and pur­poses, I will be home­less. I have the sup­port of …