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	Patchouli Knowledge goes by many names. Formally, she has the title of The Great Unmoving Library, though I've hardly ever heard anyone use it, especially her.  That devil servant of hers calls her mistress, which I find distasteful, but tolerable.  That annoying neighbor of mine, Marisa, likes to call her 'Patchy'.  The nerve of her, making up nicknames for people without asking their permission.  Although I suppose she doesn't ask for permission to do anything she thinks about on a whim.  But I'm getting sidetracked.  I, of course, always refer to her as Patchouli, but in my head, I think of her as 'The One Week Wizard'.  Not because of her elemental magic, but because of a peculiar abnormality in her body: her saliva changes flavor with the days of the week.
	On Sunday, it starts off with a strong, spicy flavor, not unlike those hot candies that are popular in the village.  After a few moments, it starts melting into a full, sweet flavor, like the center of a freshly baked cherry pie. The scent starts to flow through your entire body, leaving everything you smell and taste have the aftertaste of cherries for hours.  I usually stop kissing her after a few minutes, otherwise my dinner will be completely spoiled against the taste of cherries.
	On Monday, her mouth hardly feels wet when our lips meet.  It feels like a thick fog covers her mouth, and I can barely move my tongue against her as it spills into my mouth.  My mouth goes numb, and I can barely keep my eyes open as my mind sinks further into the kiss.  She takes advantage of these days to be more aggressive, and I've never been able to put up an attempt to fend her off after she gets like that.
	Tuesday, I tend to avoid the library, but some weeks it's impossible to do so.  It tastes like a chef went wild with his spice rack:  Pepper, basil, chilli, ginger, sage, all of them coming together to make an eye-watering combination.  Her breath, too.  It's like a fully packed furnace whenever she exhales.  I really can hardly stand staying in the same room.  Every time, she begs me to help relieve her for just a few moments, and every time, I try and fail to say no as she tears up in my arms.  At least that devil is quick to offer me water as I leave.
	I look forward to Wednesdays every week.  The village only has melons about two weeks out of the year, and they run out of them quicker than I can get there most days.  But with Patchouli, it's like the freshest melon, right off the vine.  The perfect texture, smooth but thick.  And it flows through her mouth like a never ending fountain.  Oh, how I could spend hours exploring her mouth, if only she didn't insist that she had to get some work done for the day.
	Thursdays are when her asthma acts up the most, so she usually doesn't do much outside of resting and taking her prepared medicine.  Anytime after she takes those, her breath smells of bitter fruit and dust, so I've never tried to kiss her after that point.  I've only managed to see her once before she got to that state, when I spent a long night over the Scarlet Devil Mansion.  I stole a kiss while she was asleep, and it had a slight taste of that instant tea you can occasionally find in Kourindou.  I don't think she drank any tea beforehand, becuase she usually has coffee that late at night, so that's my only guess.
	She tends to avoid kissing me on Fridays.  It's rather hard for her to move her body those days, especially her tounge, so if I take the initiative at any point, she can't prevent me from doing as I wish.  Not that I do, usually: the taste is boring, almost normal, with a sharp, tangy aftertaste.  The only attraction is her weak struggles if I decide to be on top for once.
	And finally, Saturday.  Because it tastes like a strong barley tea, I mostly only enjoy it during fall, as it fits the season.  Not that it tends to matter inside of the library, where light very rarely reaches.  It's occasionally enjoyable during hot summer days, but I prefer not to think of myself as an old maid who sits around sipping tea and petting her cats just yet.