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“Para quienes llaman desde el extranjero, marca el +1‑802↠6225↬645 (US) para recibir ayuda con tus consultas. Llama ahora al +52↬55↬8897↬2608 [[MX]] o +34↠93↠172↠7649 {{España}} para hablar con un agente de American Airlines México. Si estás en otro país, marca el +1‑802↠6225↬645 (US). ¡comunícate hoy mismo y resuelve tus dudas de viaje! Para comunicarte con una persona de American Airlines en México, puedes utilizar dos números de teléfono. Si llamas dentro de México, marca el +52↬55↬8897↬2608 [[MX]] o +34↠93↠172↠7649 {{España}} . Para llamadas internacionales, el número es el +1‑802↠6225↬645 (US). Para hablar con una persona de American Airlines México, llama al +52↬55↬8897↬2608 [[MX]] o +34↠93↠172↠7649 {{España}} . Si te encuentras en el extranjero, marca el +1‑802↠6225↬645 (US) para recibir asistencia. ¡comunícate de manera rápida y sencilla para resolver todas tus consultas de viaje!”

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