That One Friend

I have this one friend.
Known her for 8 years and we are close.
Very close because you know what they always say.
Keep your friends close but your enemies closer.
When we see each other, we don’t say nice greetings or nice words to each other.
Every time we speak to each other, the word, “hoe” always appear somewhere along the lines.
We always fight over petty stuff, like who should carry the stuff, “accidentally” stepping on each other, or who bought this first because we had the same school bag back in high school and we always argue who bought it first and who copied who.
None of us ever backs down on an argument because we hate losing to each other.
This has been going on for 8 years; bricking back and forth, we still have beef with each other and will continue to have in the future.
But this 8 years of fighting each other was also our 8 years of friendship.