Her eyes welled with emotion. She wanted to say something, but the words wouldn't come. Just when the first tear fell, the sounds of applause and wild shouting drifted in from the open window. Joy was puzzled for a few beats, then she giggled when she realized the Horny Hippies had given her a standing ovation.
--- MAKE YOU BLUSH by Macy Beckett, page 89, paragraph 1.
This is the last paragraph I read.